Sanders Sides One Shots

Snow in June (Logicality)

*Logan's POV*

"LOGAN!" I jolted out of my book as I heard Patton's screech from the door. "I CAN'T OPEN THE DOOR AND IT'S COLD!!"

"There is no need to yell, Patton, I can hear you perfectly well." I put a bookmark in my book and went over to him. "What do you mean, you can't open the door?"

"It won't open!" Patton's cheeks were flushed with frantic confusion.

I adjusted me glasses. "Well, Patton, I can understand your confusion, seeing as we do live in Florida, but this is in Thomas's mind, where anything can happen. Even if it is the beginning of June, sometimes it can snow here." I paused for a moment. "Look out the window." I suggested.

Patton blinked a few times, calming down, and went to go look out of the window. He pulled back the curtains and gasped.

"Logan, do you know what this means?!" He started jumping up and down.

"It means that it snowed during the night." I answered, confused as to why he was asking such an obvious question.

"No, silly. It means we get to make cookies!" Patton pulled me into a bear hug, then grabbed my hands, and started twirling me around. I barely had time to adjust my glasses before he practically dragged me into the kitchen.

"What else would we have done until the snow melted?" He asked me once we were in the kitchen.

"A multitude of things, such as playing board games, surfing the internet, finding ways to get out of the house, or even-" Patton interrupted me with a smile.

"If we'd have done any of that, I'd get really BORED." He giggled after saying this. It took me a moment before the pun wreaked its havoc. "You know, like board? But I'm gonna get bored?"

"Yes, Patton, I understand the pun." I placed a hand on my temple and shook my head at the awfulness if the pun, but I smiled all the same. "Are we going to make these cookies or not?"

"That's the spirit!" Patton exclaimed with a smile and got everything out.

"Chocolate chip and candy cookies?" I suggested as I situated everything.

"Sure, Logan. Chocolate chip and candy it is!" He tossed me the chocolate chips and candy, which I barely had time to catch.

"You should really give people fair warning before throwing things at them for future reference." I informed him as I opened the bags or sugar-loaded sustenance.

"I usually do, but it's you, so I figured you wouldn't mind." Patton simply shrugged as he made the dough. I smiled to myself and went to go look at what the batter looked like.

"You are adorable, Patton." I remarked and wrapped my arms around him. His cheeks flushed a shade of rose pink.

"I, uh, thank you, Logan." Patton tilted his head and pecked me on the cheek.

I gave a small smile and helped him distribute the cookie dough into equal sized dough blobs on the baking sheet. Once we were done with that, we loaded it into the oven.

Patton crouched by the oven and stared at the oven door with so much intensity that the oven may very well have exploded. I stared at him for a while before adjusting my necktie and speaking up.

"Are you going to sit there whilst the cookies bake?" I ask.

"Yes." Was all he replied. I shrugged and walked to the counter.

"A watched pot never boils, so I wouldn't see why watched cookies wouldn't bake." I told him. He didn't seem to take my remark into account, and sat there at the oven door.

I walked over to the couch and picked up a copy of Presence of the Past: Morphic Resonance and the Memory of Nature by Rupert Sheldrake.

It was a very interesting concept, using Einstein's famous equation to essentially look into the past, but very far fetched at that. Reading was my preferable pastime while Patton watched the cookies bake.

*Patton's POV*

It felt like I sat at that oven door for hours before the timer finally went off. I took them out of the over with a sigh of triumph.

"Aha! They baked after all, Logan!" I sprung up and pointed a finger at where he was on the couch.

"It felt a lot longer than 18 minutes, I'm sure." Logan got up and walked over to the kitchen.

How did he know?

"I know because when you're looking forward to a certain event, time seems to move slower than if you were enjoying something. Psychologists refer to the phenomenon as 'backwards telescoping', however it could have to do with the fact that you were sitting directly in front of the oven door," Logan reached his hand up and brushed my cheek flushed from the heat from the oven. "But that is only because temperature can affect our perceiving of time passage." He replied and then abruptly stops. "I must be rambling. I apologize, Patton." Logan smiled and began to take his hand away.

"No, no, there's no reason to be sorry, Logan." I grabbed his hand before it could fully drop down to his side. He looked from our interlocked hands to my eyes.

"Are you positive?" He raised an eyebrow in a dubious manner.

"As positive as a proton!" I giggled.

"You're unbearable with your puns. There's no escape from the humor." Logan rolled his eyes as he took my other hand.

"And you're too smart. There's no end to the new facts." I teased back. "Do I need to apologize for that pun?"

"There is no need to be sorry for that. It is a part of who you are, and I do love that about you." He replied.

"Then I guess I shouldn't be sorry for this either." I said as I kissed him.

We pulled away after a moment when my stomach rumbled. "The cookies should have cooled off a bit by now." Logan smiled as he took one off of the baking sheet and handed it to me.

"Thank you much." I took a bite. "You're going to want one of these before I eat them all."

"Thanks for the warning." He took another cookie off of the baking sheet and took a bite.

"What do you think?" I asked, trying to gauge his reaction.

"I think that you were right." Logan smiled.